This body is like it was designed especially for me, for some reason I can’t find any problems in being inside it other than my old body is pretty much dead, with no way to go back to it as of right now. Luckily it didn’t seem like they took the brain out or anything like that, but some sick transfer of souls and such if you believe in that kind of crap. The body itself didn’t seem like there was anyone in it other then myself, yet I can’t help but feel fear of these people I didn’t have before... and it wasn’t because of the pain I experienced. It was like it was coming from the body itself, as if it was alive on its own and had gone through way more traumatic stuff then I have. As I was walking, I wasn’t really paying much attention to where I was going and didn’t notice the lady in front of me had stopped at a door and walked into her.
-thud-
I ended up walking into her and falling backwards from the surprise, but what truly surprised me is how weak I actually am as just walking into her hurt like I hit a wall.
“Watch where you’re going, wouldn’t want you to get hurt too bad.” she practically had a smile on her face saying if I did that again I would understand the meaning of hurt.
“Anyhow here we are, now get in.” she is keeping her smile and trying to be nice but after that last vision of her laughing I got a feeling this is going to be a rough life.
The room was not that amazing just like a classical gym with all sorts of weapons for melee, like I would need to use a sword…. or the rest of these weapons. Though, something tells me I will have to learn how to use at least most of them because the middle aged man in the middle of the room is like the embodiment of an old samurai type that ‘the way of the sword’ is the only way to live.
“You gotta be freaking kidding me!” he seemed seriously surprised that the one he’d be training is a little kid or the fact it’s a girl? (Well… I am still a man on the inside…)
“You really have a way with words… Jeff.” The lady had a stiff smile like she is looking at something disgusting….
Now that I think about it, didn’t she look that way at all the males here? Well she doesn’t look that way at me anymore but she still seems stiff… like she’s trying to hold herself back from something. I really hope she isn’t one of those germaphobe people on top of being a man hater.
“You said I would be training a talented kid! Nothing about a whelp of a girl that looks like she should still be beside her mommy!” he yelled.
He is probably the type of guy that thinks women should be protected and so on… not meant for fighting. Or training or anything that seemed male-ish in his eyes.
“For God's sake! Jeff, this is the newest experiment!” Lady.
“Oh? Didn’t you usually have the female instructors teach them?” Jeff.
“Of course, but all of them tend to not want to be around this one even before it was active.” Lady.
“Is it because of the eyes?” I said.
Looking up at them since my eyes are the only thing I don’t know what they look like since they were closed before the transfer.
“N-no, not your eyes…” She stuttered and looked away.
“Then why Miss Scientist! This girl doesn’t look scary at all by any means!” Jeff.
“It’s because she doesn’t look like the rest…. and the youngest looking since most look around the age of 18 years old” Lady.
I am not sure I get what they mean but since I look like a child they didn’t want to train me? Isn’t that… against their job and going against the boss?
“Anyhow… Jeff, do your job, you haven’t had a single trainee since we hired you.” she said then left.
-Sigh-
The man named Jeff sighed like he really didn’t think she’d just leave the troublesome matters to him, then looked at me.
“You know my training will be hell on earth, but when I am done with you, you’ll be a monster beyond monsters.” Jeff.
I just shivered at the way he was looking at me. I just had a feeling my easy life of an otaku just ended and I was in the pits of hell just by looking around the room at all the different weapons and then back at him, but the next thing I knew he was in front of me with boxing gloves on and hitting my stomach sending me bending over in pain but that wasn’t the end of it. He seemed to knee my stomach right after knocking me to the ground.
“GET UP!” he shouted.
Then came and lifted me up by my hair, God it hurt like hell, leaving me nothing but to glare at him my emotionless mask broken cause of this treatment I felt like I wanted to cry.
“Good, hate me. It makes it all the easier to learn, but if you can’t... well you will become my punching bag for the next year. I have a lot to cram in you.” Jeff.
The demon instructor kept beating me over and over to I was at least able to scratch him a little bit from fighting back. It was hard when your whole body was hurting, but it didn’t seem to faze him one bit. It was like he enjoyed my pain, like the previous him was just a mask in front of that pyscho lady. He kept on until I blacked out, while enjoying every bit of it.
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“Wake up little Jona; you have to eat then go back to training” a female voice.
When I opened my eyes it wasn’t the crazy lady but some attendant type lady you see at the air port or such. My guess is she is some sort of nurse or maid because all the bandages on me made me feel like I was a mummy but the pain was gone.
Not sure how patient this lady is, but it’s probably in my best interest to not anger her or anyone in this place. So I sat up and looked at her as she seen me wake up she seemed satisfied that I wasn’t hard to deal with and brought in what looks like breakfast (bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes, and a glass of milk) while looking at it kind of made me a bit sad since I am not use to drinking milk at all… in fact I only think it as an item to cook with or make ice cream and other sweat stuff like fruit shakes.
“Coffee…?” Jona.
“You want coffee?” Attendant.
“…Please?” Jona.
“Alright, give me one moment” Attendant.
She seemed to be a pretty good lady… she went out as soon as I asked for what I deem the best wake up method I have other then tea… and to me tea is something to slowly enjoy and not like the time I have now. While waiting, I decided to go ahead and eat the pancakes since they seemed to be the best part of this… added to the bacon, luckily I was well mannered or I’d think the attendant that came back in would of gave me a look of disappointment, but she seemed happy and I mean more than happy that my table manners weren’t like a stereotypical fat guy eating fast food or pizza.
“Here is your coffee.” Attendant.
“... Thanks.” Jona.
“You’re like they said huh?” Attendant.
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“…?” Jona.
“you rarely talk, you are well behaved, and just like a doll with little to no personality. To be honest, I thought you would not have the manors of a proper lady, and eat like some pig, but now that I see that you are more behaved I would love to work with you during your stay! I am Amanda and your personal supervisor while you’re here as well as attendant… you can think of it as a kind of maid.” Amanda.
Really? I am just acting the part I see on animes and such… not like I know how to act like a proper lady, but I do know how to properly eat a meal in front of people that makes it seem less disgusting then some people I been with. Truth is told I am kind of good at acting and keeping my poker face up, sadly not the best, but I am still decent.
“…Thanks?”
Really no idea how to react it’s like she is also some rich girl that lived a life of a silver spoon in her mouth. No idea how she is ‘just’ what she said she would be, she seems like she’d have more say then my demo……. Instructor.
After finishing my breakfast and coffee with the milk in it… yes… I like milk coffee, but only cause it was too hot for my current taste buds it is like they are more advanced than before, though my old taste buds were less than most people in fact it was hard for me to taste most things, she came up to me with a towel and a change of clothes.
“Time for a bath and a change of clothes and bandages.” Amanda.
She started undressing me before I could even react, but when I could I still couldn’t push her away in fact it only made her laugh while she was doing it. Even though I have bruises it seems none of them were really that damaging and to the point she even washed me and refused to let me do it myself saying it was her job… I swear I think she’s some worse otaku type girls that love dressing up others in cosplay to the point they got good at forcing it.
What? Did you expect me to tell you how she washed me?
Denied… that is something I rather not remember…
And worst of all, the clothes she has me in is even more girly then the previous training clothes... tight pants that surprisingly was still easy to move in with straps around the thigh to make it restricting and is what is making the pants tight around the thighs to begin with and a string T-shirt, clearly you can see the sports bra underneath… not like I really need one right? Well she didn’t take a no for an answer the problem is that it’s all pink other then the sports bra and which is black, everything else is pink.
God… I hate pink…
Other then that, the training and everything else went about the same as there was nothing really different… getting my ass kicked and beat while trying to copy his way of fighting without any real advice other then my back was not straight enough of my feet are in the wrong place… no running training like in the books and animes, just plain out brawls.
Well it went on about the same way for a month, I don’t know if it’s the body or me, but after awhile I was able to predict his movements since he never really moved in a complicated pattern and started dodging his moves for a little bit. Yet with low stamina it was really hard to do anything else and it only lasted to I wasn’t able to move, then out of nowhere he decided to change the plan and make me run laps around the Gym until I dropped. He kept this going for a long period of time all while trying to hit or throw balls and such at me, nothing really hard… he hasn’t hit me bare handed or anything so I know he’s holding back, but every day is like I am walking through lava while I disturbed a very angry bee hive, because it keep stinging all throughout the training and in fact the first month I only was able to dodge one ball but cause of that I ended up face planting right into the wood floor.
The next day the first, kind of it’s been thirty two days since I got here, and on the way to train I am surprised that the instructor is not in demon mode and is having books in front of him as if he is waiting for me, he had made me skip breakfast today for some odd reason, probably has to do with the books.
“I know you’re probably hungry but today I am going to just teach you about the human body, its weak points, and how to strike hard even with little to no strength of your own.” Jeff.
Then he motioned me to sit in front of him while the books are between us.
The books have names such as ‘Human Anatomy and Physiology’ , ‘Lab Results and How to Know What Organ of Different Animals is Healthy or Not’ , ’Book of Pressure Points’ and etc. But the most disgusting of is that there are pictures of live animals and people cut open with all their insides displaced with different names and such for everything, not drawings that are in normal books but actual people and animals... I am lucky I didn’t eat because I had to puke just looking at them and for some reason they even have a smell in here… which is odd until I seen behind him at the corpses.
This lesson of his took a whole month. To me, he enjoyed making me feel all the dirty organs that went cold, and some of the animals were even still warm one even moved and cried cause it was still alive, I feel like I am hating this guy even more now cause of all this animal cruelty. Yes, I am one of those that couldn’t care too much about my fellow humans; I see things on news and suh and I believe we ourselves never care for others outside of our circle. We see strangers as nothing more than that, even if they were to die we wouldn’t really care to much, in fact I seen people blow up post about it making it like it’s something super interesting when it is really something sad and disturbing.
By the time I was able to finally master all of this stuff, I had a sick feeling that I could never forget what I had learned even if I wanted to. Every day throughout the month, I ended up having the worst nightmares of these people and animals coming back to haunt me and cut me open for revenge. Even if I am not that much of a nice or caring person, I still believe every life is one of a kind and deserves some respect, not this lesson or disgrace for the dead, hell to me animals should only be killed if you need them for food, or survival other than that you should respectfully let them live their own lives.
However, one of the nightmares was so bad that I couldn’t wake from it. I had a dream of my family, friends, and everyone I ever knew or cared for was in the mix with those people and animals trying to claw their way at me, blaming me for everything with dead eyes, blaming me that I should of protected them, that I should have been more, told them that I could of saved them if I had watched the signs had forced them to seek help. Even my family and friends that are still alive are doing the same thing, it was so horrible until I felt someone shaking me while talking to me in a soft voice telling everything was okay.
But when I opened my eyes no one was there, the room had still been sealed from the outside.
‘Yes sealed they are keeping me here for “my own protection” and had to lock the door.’
No idea who was shaking me but my body itself is still shaking from the nightmare, maybe that’s what was shaking me, but I noticed my face was a bit wet from crying. It must have been that bad that I mentally felt someone talking to me that didn’t exist just to escape what I have always blamed myself for.
My father’s death, my grandmother’s, my two uncle’s, etc. the list goes on. Since I was young, I had some kind of sixth sense that something was going to happen, I can’t exactly say to who, but it usually is someone next to me someone I know. It has always come in the form of cold chills and nightmares similarly to the one I had only on a lesser scale.
Somehow my throat even seems sore, maybe I ended up yelling in my sleep?
‘Yes, you did.’ Voice.
I jumped because the voice seemed to come out of nowhere, but when I decided to look around no one was here, only me in this locked room inside a bed which is not that bad actually pretty fluffy and felt like a five star hotel type of bed.
‘I am inside your head’ Other me.
‘…. So… you’re the original owner of this body?’ Jona.
‘Yes… Kinda? More like we both got awakened in this body at the same time… so I might as well as be part of you.’ Other me.
‘It is kind of hard to believe, but I think I might have had a mental breakdown to have to talk to myself’ Jona.
‘You probably we’re always mental’ Other me.
‘Thanks, so… what do I call you?’ Jona.
‘You can just call me Rose for the time being… kind of like that name in our memory.’ Rose.
‘Well Rose… I guess we are in for the hell ride together’
‘You probably don’t know the abilities this body possesses… since I keep most of my time trying to figure out how to talk to you I found out this body has a photographic memory, and a faster learning curve then even babies when they are learning to speak. It’s as if we take in everything they send at us and learn it at a fast pace and believe it or not… it would probably take a whole lot longer to get out of that beating physically then a month, and that lessons on the bodies of humans and animals people tend to learn that for years before they are any good at it. But I am glad to know you at least can talk more than three to four words at a time even if it’s just in your head~”
Well that explains why I felt someone being afraid of these people, and someone taking out of that nightmare, must have been my other self even though I am having a hard time believing it. Rose probably was the original of the body but didn’t have any ability to move or take over kind of like someone in a vegetable state.
‘You know I can hear your thoughts?’ Rose.
Yes, I got the feeling you could since you practically live in my head.
‘Then you know that there is no one else here to talk to other then me right?’ Rose.
Yes, but I’ve been like this for awhile now it is keeping everything organized since I can’t forget anything I talk about, even think about in my head, other than the nightmares that can be hazy and not full pictures I can forget them at times and such.
‘I think you are really a mental case…..’ Rose.
Most likely so, but then you are also me even if you may differ in personality.
Just as I was in thought with myself, Amanda walked in with a tray of food, surprised I was even awake. It seems the room is either sound proof, or the watch dogs outside the door didn’t tell her anything, but I do know I look like a mess, though I have stopped shaking, I am still red eyed with tears dried on my face.
“Sorry….” Jona.
Still some reason I can’t bring myself to talk much with these people, not that I am shy, it’s just I feel it would be a pain to do so.
“Sorry for what? Oh my, looks like you had a nightmare or something?” Amanda.
“…Nightmare” Jona.
“Well then let’s get you cleaned up, I am sure your old enough to know that nightmares are just dreams not real right?” Amanda.
“…. Yes” Jona.
“Good time for the bath~” Amanda.
-shivers- this is going to be a long day….